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Amanda Oct 19
I try to do the best I can
Yet everything still falls apart
I end every day with the same problems
Working their way through my heart

Talk but you are distracted
We never find a solution
Stress poisoning the air around us
We keep breathing in pollution

Just keep ignoring the damage
Acting like we are fine
Blind to fact we are tiptoeing
Dangerously on a thin line

Me pretending that I don’t notice
How close we are to the edge
You don’t seem to mind the risk
Associated with the ledge

You listen
You attempt to understand
Why I live with such fear
But can’t change the speed you move at
Or switch into a lower gear

Don’t hear my worried murmurs
Cries fall upon ears rendered deaf
If you continue wheeling and dealing
Soon nothing will be left

Destroying me one piece at a time
As you throw your potential away
Hoping in time you will see the truth
Before it’s too late to stop decay
I hate the lifestyle we live
Never throw stones on stray animals
They are free citizens of the world
They never think bad of you
They never think to harm you
Food security is their only concern
Their tummies burn of hunger like your tummies
They are content with whatever and whenever they get
They prefer to sleep or die empty stomach
Rather than robbing anybody
They tolerate stoically
Man(kind)'s atrocities
If they block roadways or doorways
It's not their fault
They are free citizens of the world
It's your responsibility and duty to take care of their welfare
Never throw stones on stray animals
They are free citizens of the world
Spriha Kant Aug 18
Unnecessary mental stresses are meant to be thrown away like dilapidated shoes.
Fheyra Jan 2018
A bloom of sunshine in a day
Playfully, picking up flowers for a fine treat
The paint of pastel that allures eyes
A sort of smile, a kind of way
Of a certain imagination of a happy gray
This will end a premonition for a day

A messy room for such a baby
Waking up, staring at a mirror; saying,
"You're a child"-- quite deceitful to look at it
Starting the day with a thing
Seemingly, suspicious to talk about
A delighted grace dives as i open the door
A place condemned of mockery and derogation
Sought as heaven for bullet heads

I stood on the crack
The party begins with a slap
Raise a cup! Raise a cup!
Green faces hover the floor
Crawling for legs, it's for sure
All come to see my beautiful
My rose, my bad
Skin as baby's lips
An adorn, i tremble
Carried me into the woods

One night, a filthy paradise
A job to have it inside
Pour with sweat over my body
Strangled my garments to shreds
Shackles, chains, ropes
Arms stretched, legs loose
Bend over 'til a joint injects
It is a norm for me
Oh how, why it shuts me
Please daddy, don't you grab me

As a prize, i puked 'em all
An illusion of running, always cuts me
My reward can't give me toys to play
A thousand compliments I put on my dress
While they see nothing on me
It thrills to call me pretty
Well indeed, I was trained
As a subject to pet a doll
They ask me if i want a candy
Who would ever thought, I was the sweetest candy

I know, it would be like this
A history of my shattered daydream
My haunted misery
Behind beauty is a lost innocent child
I am pretty baby
Oh why they throw me?
Children are precious. They should not be thrown or abused. Don't let the innocence of a child be ruin because it's a gift.
Amanda Mar 22
Throw kindness around because world needs more
Like birds let it soar through air
Confetti Earth with goodness galore
Your actions inspire others to share
Inspired by the quote "Throw kindness around like confetti"
Amanda Mar 8
Where do you go when my presence is not there?
The absence of my gaze
Who's eyes get captured in a stare?
While you mouth the word "always"
What do you clutch when you're scared?
My hand too far away
Wonder how well you'll fare
On your own when skies turn grey
Does someone gently stroke your hair?
Are you genuinely okay?
Is it difficult to breathe air?
Body caught in a craze
When we are apart are you even aware?
That next to I no longer lay?
Am I nothing more than spare?
Part to use then throw away
For who do you pretend to care?
With constructed words you say
Many times you have said "I swear"
Unsaid it the very next day
Please answer the question "where?"
Where does your heart wander when it strays?
I just want to know..
annh Apr 18
Spin,
Mister
Fisherman,
Throw me a line;
A fluttering lure of burnished vowel chimes

Bait, braid and bailor - snap, swivel and fly;
Dub well your quill,
Hook me low,
Run me
High

‘The reality, however, is that fishing is about the closest you can get to physically experiencing poetry. It is a pursuit based on contemplation and solitude that involves an appreciation of the elements; it is a game of chance, hope, escapism; a step into the murky waters of the unknown. There is little difference between the angler setting forth on a misty dawn and the poet staring at the blank page. Both are hoping for greatness, but will settle for a brief silvery flash of the transcendental brilliance that lies beneath the surface.‘
- Ben Myers

Fishing parlance is a language as complex and arcane as the sport itself. What a happy coincidence to discover that a ‘quill’ in angler-speak refers to a float (or bobber). How ‘bout that? ;)
Raven Jul 2019
You gave me a watch
You said “check the time,
When we meet again
It’ll be different on mine.”

But I threw it down
And you hugged me tight
Yet I still didn’t want
To say goodbye.

The dust has settled
I know you’re gone
But still I stay strong
But still I go on.
m h John Jul 2019
you brought me along
for the journey
and i after i developed
and gave you memories
you threw me out
c May 2019
I have a rock
With my name on it
And one for my father
And one for my brother
And one for each of the boys
Who broke me

They are grudges I carry with me
Heavy in my pockets
One step away  
From the cement blocks
Tied to my feet

Someday I will throw these grudges
As far as my body will allow
In hopes that they land in water
Less shallow
Than the names on the rocks
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